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Thursday, September 03, 2009

Despite my recent boastful ways, I am painfully aware of my real age. However, my deal-with-the-debil youthful good looks often cause me to push that nugget of information to the back-burner of my morphine addled brain. I often prefer a Scarlet O'Hara attitude ~ I'll think about that tomorrow! ~ when dealing with things that are unpleasant, like aging, surgery, The Riders losing, packing...

20 years ago in June, 20 bright-eyed {semi-drunk & semi-literate} youth graduated from the Dodge High School. 20 years ago in June, Wilma & the gang left for the bright blue yonder. 20 years ago in June was the last time the 7 of us who were close & did stuffs together {some legal, some not} were together.

Since December, I have tried to get 6 other women to pick a)a time & b)a place for us all to be together again, sans hubbies or kidlets, just us gals, carefree & wild. Have you ever tried to get 7 busy women with jobs & kids & husbands & volunteer positions who live hours & hours away from each other together? It's been a session in herding cats, let me tell ya!